Well, I try to find fun every day to share with all y'all, to quote the locals. (All y'all. How plural exactly must "you" be? Hmm.)
But what's fun?
Gardening. Food. TV. Knitting. Fishing. (Hi, Kel!) I mean, so many things can bring a bit of fun and gladness into our lives, I just realized I can't list all mine.
Which is in stark contrast to It's Been FIve Years, Let's Meltdown About 20 Years of My Life Hubby. *sigh* Every. Five. Years. We're so blessed. He only sees we're not *more* blessed. I really am glad I was raised rural, poor, and grateful. Because, frankly, this whole routine gets exhausting. I *hate* pain, but I'm not hating life as a whole. I hate *stress*, but not every last single thing aobut life. (As long as there is chocolate...) Hubby is an all-nothing guy on that stuff. Cue my exhaustion.
Today I intend to make a fun thing of putting together a new vacuum for my mother's apartment, in part by insuring no one will ever steal it by putting glitter stickers all over it.
Yes, I use stickers. Shoot me. My grandma did, too. Turns out, if you put stickers on something, people are oddly less likely to steal it or "forget to return it after borrowing". Grandma had the only hand mixer in history covered in metallic rainbows, neatly aligned along the sides over easter lilies. To this day, it's something I do. (My laptop has two silver glitter butterflies on its lid.) Hubby will say, "I need XYZ," and I'll ask, "The one with the rainbow duct tape on it or the one with the skull duct tape?" (Hey, duct tape. They made it decorative. Who needs stickers?! Well, okay, I do, until they make butterfly-patterned duct tape.)
I have my canes decorated with duct tape. One is leopard print, one is skulls. Which I use is a mood indicator.
Iroincally, what we call duct tape can't be used in actual heating and cooling ducts. *That* tape, shiny, metallic, and sharp-edged enough to cut (trust me on that one, alas), will stick to metal and stay there for *years*. I use it for real jobs. "Duct tape" is now just for fun unless it's the kind I buy at Home Depot, for the purpose of, y'know, "construction tape". And it still won't stick to plastic/vinyl. Pfeh.
Why do I need actual duct-sealing duct tape? I own a dryer. :-) Annually, I take off the pipe, clean it, and retape it and so forth. Seals aluminum foil and foil pans beautifully for shipping, too.
Meanwhile, in other bizarre trivia, I saw a stand mixer at the store and for a mere 300 dollars US.... I can get a kitchen aid with an attachment to roll out pasta. Yeah. No. Till my arms are utterly useless, I'm going old school. And if people want to sniff at the "texture", they can do so. Nobody complains who *eats* it. Heck my hand mixer is only for meringues, and the rare occasion I make frosting.
Why don't I make frosting? My grandma said if you make a good cake, you don't need frosting. :-) Sorry, "Great British Baking Show". i don't need no stinking three types of meringue and a buttercream. Good grief, there's no cake left after all that. Just eat the darn jam and cream, and stop pretending the cake exists for any reason other than, y'know, eating jam and cream. The whole point of cake, after I've binged that show, seems to be "hold jam and cream". Ummm... A spoon can do that. I'll stick to Grandma's way.
Random moment: If you see a chestnut on the ground, it's probably an inedible variety or the not-reallly-a-chestnut "horse chestnut" (AKA a buckeye). True chestnuts have spikey outer coverings, and one end will have a little pointy tufty thing. Horse chestnuts lack both those factors.
And now, on to the Friday! Purrs and puma power to all!
What simple things make you happy?I have chipmunks that come up my front steps to get peanuts from me. Squirrels too but they don't take from my hand yet.... But seeing them pouch that peanut and then another and then run off....makes me smile.
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